Each Thursday I take a scroll and a few clicks down memory lane and pull out a blog post from at least a year ago, either because it made me smile or might make good reading once again. This is the first time I’ve done this, and as I sit at my desk overlooking the early madness of Camden High Street on a Thursday it seems apt that the first post should be set in Wiltshire, 2009, when I was living on a boat on the Kennet & Avon Canal. The people out there, as you’ll see, have an altogether kinder mentality than your average pair of teenage girls on a city street.
‘Would you like a cup of tea?!’ they shouted, ‘A FREE cup of tea?’
This doesn’t seem like something that should happen in the United Kingdom, and my suspicion flares up in the form of a frown. Luckily, for me and them, I was probably too far away for my wrinkled brow to have any damaging effect. Plus, ten miles of paddling had dashed enough canal water/reeds/surface gunge over my head to form a kind of mask, I was quite fortunate that they’d offered me anything at all.